Deal with a Billionaire

Chapter 4

**Updated**

Annabelle had been working under Robert for about a month now and had managed to establish a routine that would work for both her internship and keep her apartment. After the first week, once Robert had seen her work ethic he changed her schedule to allow her to come in at 10 with the understanding that she would also need to work on the weekend if needed. This meant that Anna had to modify her schedule at the restaurant so she could still maintain enough of a paycheck to keep paying rent. She had started working in the kitchen with prep work in the mornings from 5 with just an hour to get changed and to her internship. She was transparent with Robert in return and had agreed to work weekends if needed as long as she was given enough notice to rework her schedule at the restaurant. 

She had not run into her boss yet but already had a distaste. She had been shocked at the amount of work Robert had all on his plate when she first started and was not surprised when Robert had shared that with her help he could finally get home at reasonable hours. Not only that but apparently this CEO had an entire floor decked out for just his use and the idea just annoyed her. 

She sighed and rolled her neck to work out some kinks as she rubbed her shoulders. She sighed and got up to make herself another cup of coffee to keep awake. 

It was close to 11 pm and she was the only one left on the floor, Robert had left around 6 giving her the rest of the night to work on her schoolwork. In the last week, she had realized that it was most efficient if she just stayed in the office after she was done for the day and Robert headed out to work on her coursework rather than trudging home to attempt it. After being up and working from 5 in the morning, when she got home she would be exhausted and find herself getting lazy. When Robert had noticed her assignment due dates on her calendar he had made the suggestion to her reminiscing about his college days and assured her she can have access to the floor each night to complete her coursework after they were done for the day. She agreed once she realized she could save on internet bills by taking care of everything before she left. 

She rubbed her eyes in exhaustion as she stared at the paper that refused to write itself and sighed in frustration. The hours were catching up and she was beginning to see blurred words on the screen. 

"Ok, time for a 5-minute break" She muttered to herself as she moved her chair back and stretched. She had already let her hair down and her blouse was untucked from her pencil skirt. Since she wore camisoles under her blouses she also unbuttoned it to make herself more comfortable. With her heels kicked off, she put her head on her arms to shut her eyes for just a few minutes.

"Usually people head home to sleep, you know?" an accented voice said from behind her, causing her to jump out of her seat, hair all over the place. She must have dozed off and missed the elevator and now stood across from who she assumed was Christopher Wringer looking an absolute mess. 

"I was just finishing up a paper, Robert said to just stay and work on my coursework to save some time and I put my head down for a few minutes - " She rambled trying to explain herself as she took in the man in front of her. He was in one of the most expensive suits she had ever seen, and his perfectly styled dark hair made her all the more aware of what she must look like. 

"That's fine, Robert made me aware. I don't think we have formally been introduced" He smiled as he extended his hand. 

"Annabelle" They stood in the most awkward silence for the next minute or so until he stepped forward. 

"I was just swinging by to grab a few files, you can get back to your paper." He reached around her to the edge of her desk that had the files Robert had left her with earlier that day. 

She instinctively stepped back and stepped on her heel on the floor and before she knew it the pain from stepping on the heel made her lose her balance. The next thing she knew, Christopher Wringer was supporting her weight as his piercing blue eyes questioned her.